Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2012 04:07:47 +0100
From: Liam Dandelions
Subject: Tales From The Enchanted Forest - Night Feeders Part 2
The man was waiting for them when they arrived. There was a charge in the
air, something was very different, the man could not explain, and he was
compelled to witness its manifestation.
Nine of the spindle-limbed creatures slid gracefully into the attic and
paused deliberately -- they seemed to communicate to each other in the
faintest of whispers; the man strained to discern what passed between them
but could not. One each peeled away to settle purposefully over its chosen
boy; the balance of others moved as a unit to the window and the bed
beneath it. The bed upon which slept the shaggy-haired blonde boy with the
improbably large hands and feet -- lithe and long and whose pelvic bones
and shoulder blades protruded sharply when he moved -- this boy who two
nights prior had produced such a spout of cream at the pinnacle of his
milking that the succubi seemed barely able to devour it all -- this boy
had earned special notice tonight.
The creatures around their beds did not delay in their preparations -- very
presently all six boys lay supine and exposed, their attendant succubi busy
eliciting states of arousal.
The man crowded in close to the window and its bed; the creatures camped
there did not part for him or even acknowledge his presence. He wanted to
observe the floppy-haired boy be fed upon again -- to see if the previous
occurrence of milking was some curiosity or the harbinger of something new,
habitual.
The creatures used few but unfailing methods for arousing the boys, and
they were conscientiously brisk and efficient. The succubus attending to
the sandy-haired boy carefully pinched the boy's penis from where it lay
over the curvature of smooth coral-hued testes, extended its proboscis
feeding tube and sucked the boy's organ inside. The proboscis fastened
itself to the very root of the penis and presently the man detected the
blurred light and shifting patterns of shadow across the length of shaft
and glans that indicted the muscular stimulation at work to generate a
desirable state of erection.
The boy's breathing rose and became shallow; his eyes darted behind their
lids -- his penis stiffened and extended within the energizing sleeve
surrounding it. In moments, it was powerfully erect, a salmon-shaded pole
angled over alabaster smooth abdomen, the tip, with its slit rigid and
gaping, easily eclipsed the navel. The creature began stimulating in
earnest inside the tube, rhythmic upward pulls that traveled from base to
the ridge of the glans; the penis head flared, the shaft reared up in a
flex; his balls, which were drooped between the legs, now aligned and drew
in closer -- the boy was already very close to popping.
His breaths, which had been sharp puffs through the nose, now came as
stertorous gasps from his mouth. The boy stretched his frame over the bed,
his legs spread and locked, his hips ground into the mattress -- a burst of
chalky spray exploded into the proboscis tube, a pause -- the boy's
abdominal muscles clenched, a sustained gush of cream surged forth in a
dense cord -- the boy exhaled a muffled, clipping squeak and loosed a
volley of concise spurts, a staccato of frost-coloured liquid. The perineum
at the base of his scrotum pulsed vigorously between each squirt. The
succubi drank and drank and drank.
The boy had settled and the creature withdrew, but his penis remained
solid, twitching metronomically. The man listened as the other feedings
commenced about him. Four of the boys had already ejaculated; their
attendant succubi were drawing out the last drops or had concluded their
nourishment and were backing away.
The man approached the 'feral boy', so called because both sides of his
head were shaved like a peach leaving a distinctive column of cinnamon hair
that ran vertically over his scalp. This boy was often peculiar when awake,
friskiness that verged on being frantic, he would sometimes go about
wearing only a scrap of cured animal skin and paint his cheeks in lines
like a wildman, his spirit was unusually animated even for an adolescent of
sixteen.
He seemed taller with the hair, but was really only midling in height. When
awake, his eyes were a fierce shade of blue, his face and skin were so pale
they seemed to bloom in sunlight.
The succubus feeding from him was proceeding more deliberately, there
seemed to be intervals of dormancy where the boy's penis was held inert in
its tube, then a very slow resumption of drags or measured swirls about the
underside of the tip. The boy exhaled faintly through his mouth. The teen's
penis wasn't the longest of the boys, but when erect, the glans swelled
massively, an irregular but beautifully shaped cap crowning a polished
spike that changed in hue from bleached to strawberry after just moments of
arousal. A narrow wreath of flaxen hair grew at the base of the organ, a
sparse glinting of hairs over his medial sac.
After a few minutes of scrutiny, the man detected increased activity inside
the proboscis.
Prolonged draws up the shaft now became frenzied pumps; the boy's breathing
raced, the cobbles of his rigid stomach quavered; inside the tube, the
penile slit was opened so fully that it was now circular, translucent
pre-ejaculatory fluid seeping out so voluminously that the duct was
magnified by its appearance. Each exhalation from the boy now bore an
audible moan; his eyes creased tight, his breathing froze, his entire body
was wracked in spasm; four heavy ropes of ivory milk hemorrhaged from the
yawning tip; the boy shuddered; the ejaculation was over. The creature
could not even induce stray drops from the florid shaft. His penis
continued to pulse even though nothing further could be expelled.
The man wandered back to the window; it had only been ten or so minutes
since the floppy-haired blonde had been siphoned, but another succubus was
already working the boy's penis in its fingers, trying to coax it
erect. The boy responded more quickly than the man would've predicted; the
creature soon had the still hardening organ cinched inside its feeder and
began industriously exciting it to orgasm. This second feeding took longer,
several minutes in fact, and as customary, there was little to auger the
coming emission -- the boy lay still throughout as a half dozen feathery
ribbons of semen were borne away.
After wringing the residual drops from his tip, the creature rejoined the
others who had finished. A third succubi took its place, crouched beside
the boy, and began running its fingers over the chest and stomach, down the
length of thighs, over the arms. The man was not surprised to realize that
the auxiliary creatures that evening all intended to feed from the same
fruitful boy. The succubus continued petting the boy until the man grew
weary of watching and left.
A sound awoke the man later in the night, he crept up to the attic to find
the creatures still there. All had seemed to have fed, save one. The boy
sprawled prostrate and naked, at some point the creatures had seen fit to
just strip him. He lay pivoted at the waist, shoulders flat, pelvis turned
obliquely, the upper leg scissored behind the lower. In profile, his waist
formed a saddle of sharp angles where the pelvis scooped down to his torso
and back up to his ribs. Whether the subbubi had positioned him thus or the
boy had overcome whatever normally rendered him immobile, the man could not
tell.
It was near daybreak; the creatures had been working on the boy all
night. The last was already well along with its feeding -- its glistening
trunk cinched and sheathed around the now blushed penis, glimpses of
drawing and pumping gelatinous fiber playing across the shaft, of
diaphanous coils over the head. The boy's testicles now draped limpid upon
the lower thigh, splayed and depleted of their volume so they hung like an
empty sack, matching robins egg orbs suspended within. The boy's hair was
damp, thickets of blonde darkened by sweat and pasted against his brow; his
chest was splotchy and flushed, his stomach moist. This was to be his sixth
time giving milk tonight; the man marveled at the boy's stamina.
The stimulation necessary to extract his semen was by necessity now
conducted in waves of intensity. The man did not guess how long this
exercise had been going, but it appeared to be nearing its carefully guided
apogee. Motion within the proboscis blurred, fervent pulling over the shaft
jostled his scrotum which began to tighten into a singular acute sphere.
The boy was panting continuously, each exhale punctuated by grunts of
exertion -- chopped huffs, abbreviated squeals. The boy squirmed abruptly,
eyes scrunched tight, his scrawny belly drew up tight as a drum-skin,
shoulders reared back, his knobby spine bridged in an arch and suspended as
though cabled in place. An expulsion of sound -- a gasp mashed with a growl
-- his penis strained -- a single watery rivulet poured from the tip,
leached of colour, mere thimblefuls, a languid stream as though tipped from
a cup. The boy had collapsed even before it could cease flowing. His
exhausted respirations continued, broken shortly by desperate keening while
the succubus attempted to wring a few meager dribs from his tortuously
sensitive penis.
The creatures took care in dressing the spent boy in his loincloth and
restoring his tangled bed sheet. One of them bowed slightly to the man and
just as quietly as they arrived, they were gone. The coins were already on
the door stoop when the man checked.
The boys awoke and roused as usual, except for the blonde boy -- he could
not be stirred and slept until well past noon. He was uncommonly reserved
for the day; he did not know why, and wondered if some dream had kept him
tossing.
The creatures returned in three nights time, as was customary. The blonde
boy would be spared the strenuous labors of before; not one fed would feed
from him more than once.
The raven haired beanstalk of a boy -- the creatures would bear their
voracious appetites on him now.